Thanks Pugness this mail truck holds a lotta stuff. 'Course we had to ditch all the packages first (sorry folks if ya didn't get your mail).
First stop was pickin' up my little hot tamale, Twinkie. Then we stopped and picked up all our other blogger bubs. Some had to sneak out 'cause their parents wouldn't give 'em permission to participate in a jail break.
Remembers, if ya hear 2 honks come out front. We'll be waiting for ya with the truck runnin'.
Hang in there Pearl. If ya get real thirsty, you can always drink your spit. At least that's what my dad used to say.